Long ago, there was a girl
Who was alone on the inside,
But too crowded on the outside,
She tried finding her nitch,
Looked for love in all the wrong places,
And was a disgrace to her family name.
This girl, she lived for death,
Sobriety was never much of an option,
She was utterly undependable
And confused.
Her insides were as black as her mind,
Yet her heart shone with goodness,
"But no one survives off sheer goodness in this life,"
She said to herself.
There was no where for her to run,
No place she could effectively hide,
The world's demons have been infecting
Her since birth and with this knowledge
The girl does not know how much more she can take.
"This life, this tragedy, is blissful and terrible at the same time."
Yet no one heard her.
No one ever listened to a word she said,
Each time this broke her heart.
And soon there was nothing left to break,
She was left to die,
Alone and speechless.
